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Only once we were in limo and on our way, did I notice that my wife had brought along a little PVC backpack. I was curious to learn what was in it, but she advised that I need to be patient and it will be well worth the wait.
My wife also whispered in my ear that seeing me dressed up like a latex slut that had got her extremely turned on and that combined with the fact that she was wearing a dildo that she could not remove due to the complication of her outfit had her buzzing and squirming. That in turn got me more worked up and my erection got even harder (if that was possible!)
As we got closer to the club where the party was to be held I became more and more nervous. I had never been to a fetish party like this before and my main concern was whether I would be a little “overdressed.”
I needn’t have worried. We were dropped right at the door and were inside in a flash. I certainly was overdressed, and was about to become even more overdressed, thanks to what my wife had in the backpack. However from the minute we walked in, people came over to us to admire by outfit and my wife’s curves that she had poured into her tight latex. In order to let everybody know that I belonged to her, she had threaded the cord from my anal plug through the spanking hole in my skirt and was using it as a leash to keep me in check! She also alternated between turning it on and off, which kept me in a constant state of arousal and anticipation.
Next she took me into the bathroom (thank goodness they were unisex) and asked me if I was ready to see what was in the bag. Of course I was! She pulled out not one, but two, giant dildos. One had straps attached so it would fit me like a g-string. She threaded this through my spanking skirt, folded the front of the skirt down ever so slightly so that the dildo would sit about 10cm above my own penis and then strapped it up firmly so I now had two penises.
The other one I saw had a ball gag and straps attached to it. She placed the ball gag firmly in my mouth and tied the straps around my smooth latex clad head. The gag was therefore in my mouth and the dildo stuck out straight in front of me. These additions naturally created even more interest and several curious ladies requested my wife if they could run their hands over my smooth, tight, latex clad body. My wife made it clear that only my “real” penis was off limits. Anything else was free for all to explore. At one stage I had three gorgeous leather, latex and PVC clad girls rubbing their hands all over me…
My wife told me to explore a bit as soon I would find it a lot more difficult to move around. This piqued my curiosity but I was also keen to see what the party had to offer, so my wife let me carry my own anal vibrator cord and go for a wander. By now my feet were getting a little sore as I was not used to walking around for lengthy periods of time in 6 inch heels. However the thrill it gave me was well worth it.
Almost all of the people bahis firmaları at the party were wearing black of some sort, however a girl wearing all white caught my eye. I tried to get a bit closer to have a look at her. Upon closer inspection I could see that she was wearing an all white catsuit, including gloves, a tightlaced white leather corset, a white tutu, and instead of wearing pointe shoes she was wearing a pair of ankle high ballet boots. Her hair was tied back into a tight bun. The perfect fetish ballerina. And best of all, she was able to walk in the ballet boots – a feat that is not accomplished with ease by many people.
She was small, petite and carried herself really well, even though she was walking in ballet boots. I had only seen the back of her, so was pleasantly surprised when she turned around after being called by a friend. My heart skipped a beat. I was face to face with my PA from the office.
I managed to compose myself and then remembered that I was covered from head to toe in latex and she would not recognise me. I also remembered that she was a ballerina, hence her ability to walk in those delicious ballet boots. In the office she had always seemed so innocent, but then again, I doubt whether she would have guessed it to be me under all my layers of latex either.
As per my wife’s suggestion I spent a bit more time exploring. Most people were dressed appropriately for a fetish party, but none had gone all out like I had. I loved the attention as well as the fact that I knew I may climax at any time and nobody would know, provided I could stay composed. However I wanted to stay on the edge for as long as possible.
Another party goer caught my eye. She was a girl of medium height, but like most people at the party was wearing heels that looked at least 5 inches in height. They appeared to be in black patent leather and had no platform whatsoever. They were closed toe shoes and the heel was tapered down to a spike. Art. Her legs were encased in what appeared to be either black latex stockings or black latex tights. It was impossible to see because she was wearing a mid calf length fitted shiny gunmetal grey latex dress. It was long sleeve and had gloves built into it. But what made it really unique is that it had a high neck and a full face mask attached as well, so the dress and the mask were one. There were cutouts for her mouth, nostrils and eyes. The whole dress was extremely tight and this girl could only walk with very small steps, which she did with extreme care, deliberation and grace. Due to the tightness of the dress and the height of her heels, her hips swayed rather seductively with each step she took. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
I spent a while walking around and got cornered by two rather pretty girls who were wearing remote control vibrators and had each other’s remotes. It was rather exciting to watch them stimulate each other and they took great pleasure out of turning my vibrator on and kaçak iddaa off while sucking on my strategically placed dildos.
Finally I retired to the bar and to a seat, although dressed in my attire it was rather difficult to sit so I managed to sort of lean against a bar stool. Due to the fact that I couldn’t remove any of my clothing easily meant I wasn’t’ drinking alcohol as going to the toiler would be a problem. My wife found me there and by her amorous mood I could tell that the inaccessible dildo inside of her was working its magic.
However she soon snapped out of that and informed me that it was now time to see what the final item in the backpack was. She opened it up and to my amazement presented me with a pair of knee length black ballet boots. I had been almost envious of my PA and her ballet boots and now I had my own, although I was terrified about how painful they would be and whether I would be able to walk in them. As previously mentioned, I have experience walking in high heels but not for long periods of time and certainly not in ballet heels. However I couldn’t wait to get them on.
My wife helped me onto a comfortable sofa (at least as comfortable as could be considering I had a 6 inch vibrator in my anus) and took my stilettoes off. She then slowly started lacing me into my ballet boots. I found that I needed to keep my feet relaxed for them not to hurt, but the pain was overshadowed by my intense thrill at seeing my very own feet and legs being encased in a tight pair of ballet boots, where they would be immovable. After what seemed like an eternity she was finally done and only then did I realise that a small crowd had gathered, including both my PA and the girl in the gunmetal latex dress.
My wife helped me up and my PA came over to offer advice on how to stand and walk in the ballet boots, seeing as she was quote the expert. I was too busy trying to ensure that she didn’t recognise me to take in what she was saying, but I think I did okay because I was able to walk all of 10 steps to a private room that my wife had organised. I now must have been a real site, dressed in a latex catsuit, latex stockings with 10 clasp suspenders, a tight corset, latex face mask, neck corset, long latex gloves, clear latex hobble skirt, penis sheath, ballet boots, a strap on dildo and and ball gag with another strap on dildo attached. It doesn’t get much more hard core than that, and I was in heaven. The ultimate latex object of desire.
I made it to a large bed in the private room, where my wife instructed me to lie down on my back. I did as I was told and she abruptly locked me to each of the 4 bedposts with sets of handcuffs. Once I was secured she turned my anal vibrator onto maximum speed and told me to relax and enjoy myself. She then told me that she had been watching me and that she could see I had a thing for the ballerina and the girl in the gunmetal dress. Before I could respond both of them appeared in front of me and kaçak bahis started admiring my outfit. My wife gave them a can of silicone spray each and they sprayed me and rubbed me up until I was gleaming once again. My wife asked if there was anything they would like to do to me and they just looked at each other and smiled.
The girl with the latex gunmetal dress hiked the dress up as much as she could. This was no easy feat as it was extremely tight. I had been wondering all night whether she was wearing tights or stockings and the answer revealed itself. She was wearing a pair of crotchless tights. By now my mind was racing and I couldn’t wait to see what happened next
My PA ballerina pulled off a white pair of latex panties that she had been wearing over her catsuit to reveal the opening in her catsuit. She kept her tutu and ballet heels on. The ballerina took a liberal amount of lube and coated the dildo attached to my ballgag. Gunmetal girl did the same to my strap on. By now I knew what was to follow. Gunmetal girl was first. She hiked her tight dress up even more, kept her heels on like any fetishist would, and mounted my strap on. She must have been extremely wet because she slid on in one movement and then stopped there and groaned. I was going crazy. She was facing me and I could feel my real penis touching her latex covered arse.
Next it was my PA’s chance. She opened her white latex covered legs and mounted the strap on attached to my mouth. She was facing Gunmetal Girl and she too slid down easily after which she also let off a loud moan. I was straining to see but due to my restraints, corsets and the fact that the ballerina was wearing her tutu I couldn’t see much. However I did see them lean towards each other and embrace in a passionate kiss. This set them off and they both started riding their dildos. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around my PA’s latex clad thighs but of course I was bound to the bed. I was forced to keep my head upright so that the ballerina could satisfy herself properly. They were obviously really enjoying themselves because after a few minutes they both crumpled into a heap moaning and kissing each other and finally they climbed off me. Both of them were spent.
I, in the meantime, was about to explode. I had just had two very sexy women dressed in very sexy outfits, using me as a screwing machine. Neither of them had touched my cock and it was throbbing. My wife asked me if I was enjoying myself and all I could do was nod my head vigorously. She asked me if I wanted to come and once again I nodded. She reminded me that it would be rather tricky for her to fuck me because of her latex tights and dildo. However she pulled up her latex skirt as much as she could and rubbed her crotch up against my latex clad penis. As she did this she reminded me that she had a large latex cock inside her and that she was incredibly horny. That was enough for me and I had a wild, violent climax into my penis sheath. However I was still tied down and gagged, so I am not sure if too many of the onlookers noticed right away. My wife let me calm down, then looked at her watch and told me that it was still early so there was time for more fun…
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